Here's some butcher/Chandler.
-And yes, that is Brahms in the picture.
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October 1st 2019
5:24 PM
Chandler lay at the edge of the hospital bed in an upward position. His head planted almost on the floor, with his legs up near the the slanted top with the few pillows. His bandaged arms dangling alongside his head. The bandages weren't exactly his fault. It was Chads fault his arms were bundled in bandages. Chad had managed to get ahold of a knife from the hospital cafeteria and get a large number of slits in his wrists before being caught by a nurse. Luckily— however unfortunately for Chad, he didn't do much damage to himself.
Chandler let out a spiritless grunt, eyes rapidly darting left from right. He had absolutely nothing to do. The hospital was one of the most fatigue place ever. He had only been emitted to the hospital about two or three weeks ago. Finally being transported from the god awful mental asylum. Chad had thrown some severe and violent tantrums which proved the asylum was doing no good.
Of course Chandler had taken advantage of that time to have some fun himself. Attacking guards, doctors, other inmates, and having some extreme psychotic meltdowns to scare whoever was around him.
December 3rd 2018
Time unknown
Hollydale Mental Asylum, LA
Chandler sat in the corner, in a hysterical fit of madness. So neurotic even if he wanted he couldn't stop laughing, or fidgeting for the matter. At this point he was shaking. He was surrounded by nothingness. One of his only weak spots was voids and lulls of silence and inactivity. He couldn't deal with it. It drove him mad in the head. Of course the asylum wasn't any different than home.
All Chad ever did was wallow around his room mourning over his existence. It wasn't as if Chandler could do much about that, Chad's parents hated Chandler, they hated how sick their son was. All those nights his dad would complain about Chad's hospital bills— as if he couldn't afford to pay anymore extra bills.
Ironically him being a multi-billionaire. Chandler fell onto the ground lazily. Laying on his side dozing off. Maybe if he managed to get some sleep Chad would wake up on the other end and deal with the lull instead of leaving it to him. Just as he began to fall asleep a guard burst through the robust door. Chandler scrambled up from off the ground directing his attention toward the guard, frowning. He wanted his god damn sleep.
The guards steps echoed throughout the room until they came to a halt, above Chandler. Growling, he lunged to his feet managing to tackle the guard— somehow. Another guard shouted and stepped through into the room, however not swift enough for Chandler to dig his perfectly white teeth into the neck of the guard bellow him. The guard in the door way let out a horrified shriek as Chandler sunk his teeth deeper into the unconscious man under him, his white teeth stained with blood.
The other guard managed to compose himself and pry Chandler off of the other body, sending him flying into a wall. Chandler jolted as he collided with the wall behind him. He snarled, getting back up with a hassle. Gripping the wall for support. More guards came through overwhelming him and restraining him to the point where he couldn't move. He hissed before ultimately giving up.
October 1st 2019
5:26 PM
Hospital food was disgusting.
The nurse had barged into his room with a tray of disgusting garbage for him to rummage at.
Even on that brink of death he could never bring himself to eat hospital food. Chandler was better off starving than eating cardboard. The tray in front of him lay, untouched. After a while on most days, the nurse would check in on him, to the avail of finding him with a complete and untouched tray.
His stomach growled, it wouldn't have hurt to have food from outside of the hospital would it? Technically he wasn't allowed outside of Hospital boundaries. Due to precautions he couldn't even get alone time in the courtyard. Being the rich scum he was, he couldn't settle for just fast food. Perhaps next time his therapist came along he could make good use of her. Telling her; He can't be cooped up forever, and needs more than cardboard to live off of. Surely if he convinced her that 'outside' food would improve his health, she would leap at the opportunity.
October 2nd 2019
11:58
There were plenty of reasons Chandler didn't typically go outside. Although, with his current state, exceptions could be made. He was practically starving to the bone. Loosing drastic amounts of weight throughout his time in the asylum and at the hospital. Chandler had always been a slim kid, never weighing over 90 lbs due to his lack of eating.
However here he was, sitting outside of the restaurant eating some sort of salad his therapist had bought him. Eating particularly slow, just nibbling on the lettuce drenched in ranch dressing.
October 2nd 2019
12:00
Chad was trying desperately hard to keep the food down. As much as he wanted to excuse himself and find the nearest restroom and all out purge he tried to have some decency. His arm was shaking, fork in hand. He hadn't asked for this either, Chandler had just disappeared, switching back to Chad as if he had lost interest. Chad hadn't been gone for too terribly long.
Chandler had been in control for about a day and a half at the most. Of course Chad usually was in control, being the host he usually had days, without that thing of a personality. Often times when stressed, or under negative influences Chandler seemed to find his way out of his shell, pushing Chad into the deep corners of his mind, protecting him from whatever bad influences had startled him in the first place.
October 2nd 2019
12:04
Chad found himself in the nearest bathroom regurgitating the remains of the salad. His therapist vigorously banging on the door outside.
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